Shawn L. Bird

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poem-laundry September 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:16 am
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She inhales a scent of memory

Old sweater that remembers the body it enfolded

Releasing comforting peace amid grief.

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Thinking of a character in a short story I’ve been crafting, today.

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10 Responses to “poem-laundry”

  1. colonialist Says:

    That is certainly evocative, and strangely poignant.

  2. Those scents, on those items of clothing, were heaven-sent.

  3. Endearing… I still remember the smell of the particular tobacco my grandfather smoked in his pipe… It floods me with memories every time I get a whiff…

    • 🙂 A rare gift these days, I’m sure.

      My grandfather smoked cigars. He died when I was 7. I have no conscious memory of what the cigars smelled like exactly, but I would catch a whiff on the wind now and then through my childhood and think, “Oh, it smells like grandpere.” I haven’t thought of that in years. Thank you.

  4. NathanAEmery Says:

    Excellent idea for keeping the creative ideas moving around. Keep writing!


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